This is a song about "Left"

And i'm left for the corrections,

The jiggas and the tips

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

She knows you masturbate left handed

I just wanna be higher than that

With a honey in the middle

Left you bitches there standing idle

Never to the left i go

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Got nothing left to say

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Your father left you for another

That left ya without hope

Impeccable give it my note